My 17 Month Old Son

Today, you are 17 months old. You get funnier and funnier every day.

This morning you peed in the potty again. This is the second time this week that you've done that.

You only know one speed. And that's fast.

You have lots of skinned up spots on your body. Because you only know one speed. And that's fast.

You like to eat potatoes (mashed, french fries, tater tots, chips) and cheese. And that's about it.

You love your rice milk.

Balls are your toy of choice. You can't get enough balls.

You are in an 18-24 months clothes, but you still can wear your 12-18 months clothes.

You are in a size 6 shoe and a size 5 diaper.

You say, "I need_______" about everything.

You can say about a thousand words, if you want to. Really you can. Your vocabulary astounds me every day.

You still love backyardigans.

Nothing makes you happier than playing outside.

You're still a Mommy's boy, but you've really gotten attached to your Daddy lately. And there's nothing that makes your Momma's heart swell with pride more than watching you play with your Daddy.

You really need a hair cut, but I refuse to get you one yet. I'm afraid you'll look too much like a little boy and not a baby anymore.

You still don't sleep well, but you're only waking up twice a night now, and I can handle that.

You have 14 teeth. You're pretty much an alligator.

You steal my heart every morning.

I can't believe that we are already almost half way to your second birthday. Where has the time gone, little man.

There's nothing that makes me happier than being your Mommy.

Sometimes I wonder about what you'll become tomorrow and forget that you are already someone today. You are such an awesome little person, and I am so glad that you are mine.

My 17 Month Old Son.